Pages

Monday, July 28, 2014

Jade Eby & Megan D. Martin are celebrating the release their new novels VORACIOUS and CLINGING TO RAPTURE by giving away some sweet ebooks!

Title: Voracious (Back to Bad, #2)
Genre: New Adult Suspense
Length: Short Story

BLURB: **This is a short story** Voracious, the action-packed second book in the Back to Bad series follows Lacey as she sinks deeper and deeper into the crime addled world she tried to avoid. She's got blood on her hands and a yearning to be crazy. What's a girl to do when she leaves her innocence at the door? She goes back to being bad, of course.

“I let you walk away, Julia. I let you go, but I can still take you back if I want.” Four months ago I ran away. I left him behind. The man who stalked me, took control of my body, and claimed he loved me. Now he’s returned. Like dripping razor blades, he has slashed his way back into my life. But everything is different. He doesn’t want me anymore. I expected him to come back, to be sorry. I even planned to forgive him. I should have known that he would discard me like everyone else in my life. But I’m going to change that. My billionaire stalker has come to say goodbye…only this time I plan to keep him.

Buy on Amazon

GIVEAWAY

Jade and Megan are giving FOUR winners their choice of any ebook on their backlist. Enter via the rafflecopter below. To see the books each author has on their backlist, visit their goodreads profiles!

***THE PRISONER IS AN ADDITION TO THE REPLACEMENT. IT IS A STAND-ALONE NOVELLA INTENDED TO BE READ AFTER THE REPLACEMENT.

My name is Christian Walker, and Elise Duchamp is my drug of choice.

No matter how hard I try to break the habit, it’s a lost cause. Okay, maybe I haven’t really tried to quit this particular habit. All I can think about is owning her. Making her mine. Can you really blame me? With that sinful body, luscious mouth, and wicked tongue, she’s every man’s dream, and she knows it.

No one is immune to her charm, not even me, a man who has everything—a beautiful wife, an office with a view, and more money than most people can spend in one lifetime. Only I know how to make her toes curl. Only I know her body better than the other men she screws in her free time. None of them can compare to me.

But the joke is on me. I’m the prisoner.

The one who will never compare to him. The one man who makes me see red. His name is stored in her cell phone. It’s the first one she calls out to, the first one she cries for when all hell breaks loose. Ryder Jacobson.

The name makes me cringe.

She loves him, and I love her. In my own way, I always will. But the bad guy doesn’t always belong with the bad girl. Sometimes the bad girl needs a good man to believe in her, to give her that final push toward ultimate transformation. I wish I was that good man. That I could be her happily ever after. I guess that’s the thing about prisoners, though. They’re left alone with their torment, and in the end, they have no one to blame but themselves.

A gritty New Adult drama about a young woman’s self-destructive quest to find purpose, self-worth, and love in a broken world.

My name is Elise Duchamp. I’m twenty-three years old and I’m known as the town whore.

No, not the kind who exchanges sexual favors for money. The other kind. The kind who gives it all away for free, whenever and however she likes. I am that girl. The one everyone whispers about and the one none of the girls seem to like, because all of their boyfriends either want to sleep with me or already have. Promiscuity is my thing—the kind that slowly, violently turns my insides black, but gives me something I need.

All things considered, I’m not completely reckless. I’m safe, and contrary to popular opinion, I do have a heart. I live in a world of careless choices, and with those choices come careless people. I cannot judge them, because I am one of them. I too bow down to the altar of the self-serving. I am not a good friend. I am not and never could be anyone’s girlfriend. I’m convinced any goodness in me shriveled up and died long ago.

But I am a replacement. That is something I know how to be, and this is a story of the lengths I’d go to in order to keep it that way.

Rachael Wade is the Amazon bestselling author of The Preservation Series, The Resistance Trilogy, and the upcoming sci-fi series, The Keepers Trilogy. When she’s not writing, she’s busy learning French, watching too many movies, and learning how to protect animals and the environment. Visit her at www.RachaelWade.com and www.LightsOnOutreach.com, or come chat with her on Twitter via @RachaelWade

Thursday, July 24, 2014

A contemporary romantic drama about loss, healing, and love's ability to reach beyond scars and secrets, no matter how deep or hidden.

WARNING: This book is intended for 18+ readers ONLY. Potentially triggering content and concepts in books to follow.

More than a year after the death of his best friend, Josh is still tormented by the past. Everything changes when free-spirited Willow barges into his life. She challenges him, helps him feel something other than the overwhelming pain, sadness, and anger.

There’s just one problem.

Underneath that carefree spirit, Willow is elusive and secretive. Josh believes she may be fighting a few demons of her own, but he harder he tries to uncover the truth, the more she pushes him away.

Can Josh get her to open up before it’s too late? Or will he discover that some secrets are better left untold?

Author Bio:

Quirky, clumsy, and always a little off-key, Kate Givans has always loved books and the words contained within. Now that she’s writing the stories, she’s filling them with broken characters, angst, and even a few of those happily-ever-afters that seem to evade us in real life.

When not writing, this gypsy-hearted wife and mother of five can be found guzzling coffee, day-dreaming, dancing for no reason at all, playing with the voices in her head, watching her favorite shows (Originals, Grey’s, OUAT, The Following), listening to music, and reminding herself to “breathe.”

Excerpt

I was still trying to sort out the opening when a knock came at my door. My heart flipped for a few rapid beats. The only person it could be would be appalled by how bad I’d let the mess get.

“Hold on, Mom!” I yelled at the door.

Completely abandoning the trash bag, I started stuffing pizza boxes, empty chip bags, snack cake wrappers, and soda cans into the cabinets and drawers, under the couch, into the entertainment center – basically anywhere they would fit. The pounding was getting louder, most likely because my mom both worried and annoyed about being left out in the cold to wait. “Coming!” I hollered, making my way to the door, glancing around the apartment quickly. I still had a sink full of dishes, but at least the mess was contained t just one area. “I’m okay, Mo---“

The rest of my sentence fell flat when I pulled the door open. If it had been summer, a fly probably would have flown in my mouth. Standing there on my doorstep was the last person I ever would have expected to see.

“Willow?”

“Expecting someone else?” Annoyance plagued her furrowed features, but I could tell she was trying to suppress a smile. Satisfaction at surprising me, maybe?

“Yeah. Forgot.” A lie, but it was better than trying to explain the truth.

Her lips scrunched together and moved back and forth for a second as she chewed it over. Apparently, she’d decided it was sufficient enough; that grin that she’d been suppressing went on full display. I couldn’t help but notice how much her smile magnified the intense sparkling of her eyes.

“Well, no worries! I’m here now!” she exclaimed, stepping through the doorway, not even waiting for me to invite her in. She stopped in the middle of my living/dining area to face me. “You ready?” Still holding the door open, letting the cold air in, I stood there, staring at her like my brain had taken a vacation.

Besides being dumbfounded as to how she’d found me, I was extremely uncomfortable about having her in my apartment. I hadn’t had a girl there in…well, never, unless you counted my mom and Brad’s girlfriend, which I didn’t. And I didn’t even know this girl, which made the entire thing awkward and wrong on so many levels. But somewhere else, somewhere deep inside, it almost felt right, like she somehow belonged there.

Shaking the ridiculous thought from my head, I found my voice. “Uh-sure…just...give me a sec.” She nodded her silent response and then took to looking at the various posters hanging on my walls.

Even in an alternate universe, no good could come from having this mess of a girl in my apartment. But I was going to go with her, it seemed, despite my own best advice to steer clear of all things Willow. I guess it got her out of my place, at least. After that…I’d find a way to get her out of my head and out of my life.

That’s what I told myself, anyway.

“No rush,” she called over her shoulder as I made my way to the bedroom.

Sorting through the pile of clothes on my bed, I tossed half of them on the floor again. They would have ended up there eventually anyway. I eventually decided on a white and navy blue striped long-sleeve polo. After pulling my t-shirt over my head, I tossed it on the floor and then pulled on the polo. I was just fixing the hem when I had the distinct feeling of being watched.

I turned to look at the door, which I’d stupidly left open. Leaning against the frame, Willow stood there, looking at me, a stupid smirk on her face. “Don’t you ever knock?” I asked, heat warming my ears.

“The door was open. I was just going to ask you if you had any water.” She pointed in the direction of the kitchen before crossing her arms over her chest. “I wasn’t expecting a show.” Her eyes swept over me, head to toe, giving me the sense that she’d been trying to undress me with her eyes. I didn’t know if I should be flattered or embarrassed.

This wasn’t a new conflict. Even though I’d only just met her, I always felt this internal struggle when she was around. It was worse when she focused those eyes on me, giving me the sense that she could see right through me. Maybe that was what she wanted me to think. Or maybe I was going crazy. Or maybe two years of not getting laid was starting to really wear on me.

Willow didn’t really seem like my kind of girl – trailer park, too comfortable around guys, always into trouble. And I wasn’t the kind of guy to just use women for sex. In fact, I could count the women I’d been with on one hand – two in high school and one in college, all three former girlfriends that I’d dated for no less than six months. But I couldn’t deny that there was something there with her. I thought about her when she wasn’t around, and whenever she landed in my path, I found myself agreeing to spend time with her, even though I was sure I didn’t want to.

“Um, earth to Josh!”

Great, now I was getting lost in my own head. “Sorry, what?”

“Water?”

“Oh, yeah. In the fridge.”

She disappeared from the doorway. A few seconds later, I heard the fridge door open. In just a few more, she was leaning in the doorway of my bedroom again. At least my body wasn’t on display this time.

“So…just wondering…how did you know where I live?” I asked, shoving my feet into a pair of Doc Martins.

Willow took a big swig of water before answering. “A stalker never reveals her secrets.”

Many fans know Ms. Kelley for her best-selling FBI series and its multiple spin-offs. But some of you may not know that before Ethan, Elizabeth, and Callen took the FBI by storm that Jolie, Jacque, and Flynn were bound by book in the Harcourte Society.

The Blood series has been re-vamped (no pun intended) and made better than ever! Those who are already familiar with our favorite vampyre couple and their human detective, will be pleased to know that the new versions have almost doubled in size!

That's twice as much love, murder, and mayhem in the Morgan Kelley world! That's a whole lot of sexy!

Hold on to your hats though kids, because not only is Dangerous Revelations now available on Amazon, but in just a few short days, on Friday, July 11th, book two, Dangerous Choices, will also be available for your sinfully delightful reading pleasure! That's almost 1000 pages to sink your teeth into.

These are the first two books in a ten book series. As of right now, Ms. Kelley is planning on releasing two a year, back-to-back, unless YOU demand otherwise. How can you get Morgan to release more than two a year, you ask? Simple. Just leave some love on Amazon once you finish reading the book! It's that simple!

*Please be advised that this series, along with all of Morgan Kelley's titles are considered "adult", and to follow the law in the state in which you live for age requirements on purchasing such titles.*

***

Dangerous Revelations ~ Book 1

Mistress Jolie Harcourte has lived a very long time.

She’s seen things come and go in her eight centuries, but one thing always surprises her- how humans and her kind can’t be left to their own devices.

When someone is killing humans and leaving their bodies scattered all over the town, there’s only one thing to do.

The right thing.

She has to help.

As an expert in deviant behavior, Jolie has volunteered to help the police solve this mess. Or, in this case, lead them astray while she ‘handles’ the situation. With her guardian by her side, she must navigate the slippery slope, that is a fine line between the truth and what goes bump in the night.

Everything seems in control until that fateful moment when she sees him.

Detective Flynn Brogan.

He’s trouble for women, and vampyres alike, but even more dangerous to the Harcourte society.

Why?

Because he’s about to find out the truth.

Now, it all comes down to trusting this man, chancing his betrayal, and catching the vampyre who’s risking them all.

One the truth is out, it can’t be bottled back up.

Dangerous Revelations are coming…

Now it’s a matter of who will survive.

“I was a fool, Jacques. I never saw what was in front of my face. Please forgive me. I can’t live without you.”

~ Jolie Harcourte

***

Dangerous Choices ~ Book 2

Centuries pass and yet one thing remains the same, we are predators and they are the hunted. What happens when the lines become blurred and the killers are now the only creatures who stand between humans and death?

Jolie Harcourte has taken on the responsibility of protecting those that would stake her in her sleep, since she is one of the most powerful undead remaining.

Along with her mates, she has decided to stand up for humans instead of seeing them solely as food.

After being chased from Philadelphia, by a rogue vampyre, she has now moved her family to New Orleans in hopes of just surviving what is coming for them.

With Jacques protecting her, and her newly acquired human mate working for the police, they once again have found themselves between the human world and that of the undead.

More bodies are turning up in the streets and fingers are pointing right at them.

Now, it’s a matter of time before suspicion lands at their doorsteps and they once again are hunted and chased. One thing remains the same, someone has to die, but will it be them or the killers?

May the Dangerous Choices begin…

“We’re a family. It may not be conventional, Flynn, but somehow we fit together. Sometimes fate just knows…”

In the second installment of Morgan Kelley's Littlemoon Investigations series, we find our beloved private eyes embroiled in a mystery no one saw coming - including the team investigating.

The Littlemoons meet with a woman who is looking for a family bible. But this isn't just any family bible. It's the one that will prove that she is a long lost, and illegitimate, relative to a wealthy Kentucky family. She offers to help them go undercover as wealthy couples visiting the haunted estate of the family in question.

Tori, Julian, Kane, and Christina think that this is going to be a fun and easy job. They get an all expenses paid trip to the Kentucky Derby, posing as wealthy couples looking for some fun. Their hosts have no idea that they're really there looking for the family bible that little more than legend after all of these years.

Can the team find a book that the family themselves can't find in their very own house?

Well, they can certainly try!

What they didn't expect, was for them to become involved in also trying to figure out who is haunting the farm, and why. Especially since none of them believed in the ghost prior to their arrival. Afterwards though, well, that's a different story.

Ghosts, secret passages, rival private investigators, and yes, MURDER, lead the Littlemoon team to realizing that there is much more to this case than they originally anticipated.

Who is haunting the halls? What happened to her? Where is the bible? Who is the lost relative? Why is the bible worth killing over?

These are all questions that will have you furiously flipping the pages so that you can get the answers!

I have to say, I've been a fan of Morgan Kelley for a long time. I absolutely ADORE her books. They are funny, sad, thrilling, and sexy. And I can almost always figure it out within the last few chapters.

UH UH. Not this time! I was absolutely BLINDSIDED!

I love the way she weaves the tale of lies and deceit in such a way you have no idea that everything you believe to be true in the books, isn't at all what is seems!

***

***

Lost & Broken

Book Two in the Littlemoon series

They say you don’t pick your cases when you’re a private investigator, they pick you.

Well, that’s exactly what has happened for the Littlemoons. Since closing the biggest case of their careers, in the private sector, the jobs are pouring in.

Now, they just have to pick and choose.

The next case seems easy, almost too good to be true.

All they have to do is find a missing bible with a hidden birth certificate.

How hard can that be? It’s an all-expense paid trip to the Derby, and a once in a lifetime opportunity.

As the team arrives on the scene, of a famous Kentucky farm known for its ghostly haunting, it’s a lot more dangerous than it seems. Someone’s out to make a killing, and they don’t care who gets caught in the crossfire.

Lost books.

Stolen lives.

And things that go bump in the night.

It all means one thing.

Julian, Tori, Kane and Christina have to stay one step ahead of the person willing to kill, or the team too will have something in common with the spirit haunting the place.

They’ll find themselves Lost & Broken…

***

Morgan Kelley lives in the beautiful Pocono Mountains with her husband and two children. After attending college at Penn State University and studying Criminal Justice, Morgan knew her only true passion in life would be murder and books. She put them both together and began her career as a writer. Other than books and writing, you can find Morgan hanging out in her garden and digging in the dirt.

Synopsis: M-Day was the dawn of a brand new harsher world. A world where old lives could be left behind and secrets buried for good. At least that’s exactly what Tammie Miles had planned. But even with her new identity as Evo, she discovers that your past is never far. When a man from her old life tracks her down, will she risk everything to keep her secrets? Or will she finally learn that maybe even she can love the right man?

Synopsis: Love and sex, sex and love… Can you have one without the other? As a world famous porn star, Alexa James thinks she has everything all figured out. But what happens when someone who gets paid to have sex has an existential crisis? Suddenly sex isn’t enough, and love seems out of reach. Will Alexa’s career choice permanently crush her spirit? Or will she discover that real love is about more than just the physical?

About the Author
D.T. Dyllin is a Bestselling Romance Author who writes in both New Adult and Adult genres. She is a member of the RWA (Romance Writers of America) and also her local chapter, the MCRW (Music City Romance Writers).

D.T. was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (Black & Gold for life, baby!) She now lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and two spoiled GSDs.

Website / Twitter / Goodreads

HTML complete posts (Blogger post, Wordpress last)

Presents

Synopsis: M-Day was the dawn of a brand new harsher world. A world where old lives could be left behind and secrets buried for good. At least that’s exactly what Tammie Miles had planned. But even with her new identity as Evo, she discovers that your past is never far. When a man from her old life tracks her down, will she risk everything to keep her secrets? Or will she finally learn that maybe even she can love the right man?

Synopsis: Love and sex, sex and love… Can you have one without the other? As a world famous porn star, Alexa James thinks she has everything all figured out. But what happens when someone who gets paid to have sex has an existential crisis? Suddenly sex isn’t enough, and love seems out of reach. Will Alexa’s career choice permanently crush her spirit? Or will she discover that real love is about more than just the physical?

About the Author

D.T. Dyllin is a Bestselling Romance Author who writes in both New Adult and Adult genres. She is a member of the RWA (Romance Writers of America) and also her local chapter, the MCRW (Music City Romance Writers).

D.T. was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (Black & Gold for life, baby!) She now lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and two spoiled GSDs.

Presents

Synopsis: M-Day was the dawn of a brand new harsher world. A world where old lives could be left behind and secrets buried for good. At least that’s exactly what Tammie Miles had planned. But even with her new identity as Evo, she discovers that your past is never far. When a man from her old life tracks her down, will she risk everything to keep her secrets? Or will she finally learn that maybe even she can love the right man?

Synopsis: Love and sex, sex and love… Can you have one without the other? As a world famous porn star, Alexa James thinks she has everything all figured out. But what happens when someone who gets paid to have sex has an existential crisis? Suddenly sex isn’t enough, and love seems out of reach. Will Alexa’s career choice permanently crush her spirit? Or will she discover that real love is about more than just the physical?

About the Author

D.T. Dyllin is a Bestselling Romance Author who writes in both New Adult and Adult genres. She is a member of the RWA (Romance Writers of America) and also her local chapter, the MCRW (Music City Romance Writers).

D.T. was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. (Black & Gold for life, baby!) She now lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her husband and two spoiled GSDs.

God! She couldn’t handle the
creaking anymore. It was beginning to drive her absolutely insane. If she
didn't know any better, she would think that the house was haunted.

How was that even possible?

There was just no way.

Hesser Plantation wasn't that old, so
there shouldn’t be anything creaking or groaning. No one died here, so how
could they have a ghost?

Climbing out of their bed, she
crept as quietly as possible to the cradle. Once there, she stared down at the
little baby sleeping safely inside.

He was her pride and joy.

Her only son.

Gently tucking him back in, she
glanced over to the now vacant bed. At one time, she would enjoy coming here to
sleep. Now, that wasn’t true. When her husband lost his favorite little piece
of fluff, he became almost unbearable. It was as if he blamed her for the
trollup running away.

Who knew that he had so much of
an attachment to the little whore he bedded in his free time? Maybe if she was
a chambermaid, he might actually see and pay attention to her once more.

The most astounding part was that
as of yet, her husband hadn’t replaced his mistress. Certainly, he should be
able to do it without much effort. After all, she was nothing more than a local
girl who worked in their scullery cleaning up after their family, and tending
the bedrooms.

What he even saw in that blonde
piece of trash, she had no idea. Her parents barely spoke in complete sentence
as they toiled away in the fields. How he could ever even be attracted to her,
appalled and astounded her. It had to be the fact that she’d open her legs for
any rich man who passed her by.

Well, she had news for her. The
man of this house wouldn’t be divorcing his high society wife to shack up with
some waste of skin and bones.

Unfortunately though, now that
she was gone, he was miserable as sin. Thankfully, he had taken the time out of
his busy fornicating life to impregnate his wife. At least now she had a
rightful heir to their family fortune. Her future was ensured the second a son
was born into the Hesser family.

She did what no one else had
rightfully done. She’d given him a legitimate child to carry his name and
bloodline.

Kudos for her.

Then, anger filled her. When she
had found that the little trollup was pregnant with her husband’s child, she
wanted to retch. No, she wanted to grab her greasy blonde hair and bash her
head off the floor that she scrubbed. Well, fortunately for everyone involved,
that situation was handled. It wasn’t hard to scare the little piece of trash
into submission. The night that baby was born, it was taken and sent off.

There would be no Hesser child
unless it was born from her womb. If drastic measures needed to be taken, so be
it.

Thankfully, the girl’s parents
were upset that their daughter had disgraced herself by getting pregnant by a
married man. Once they found out, that was easily rectified. They were wise
enough to know that their daughter committed an unforgivable sin. A few choice
words, and they realized that her loose morals could cost them everything. When
she showed up with the sheriff to terrorize them, it didn't take much. It was
funny, since she would have bought the child, just to sell it off to someone in
a foreign country.

Yes, that was how angry she was.

To add to it all, her husband
wasn’t even told that she had given birth. The family promised the little whore
would stay away and keep her mouth shut.

Or else.

That was the part she liked best.
If the family wanted to lose their land, their oxen, and asses, it could be
brought to fruition.

Little did he know, that this was
all for the best. It wasn’t like her husband was the only one the trollup was
sleeping with. Rumor around the house was that she had tried to bed her
husband’s brother and cousin too. Unfortunately, he was the weaker man, unable
to keep his dick in his pants. Had she known that he was like this before she
married him, there never would have been a wedding.

Who was she kidding?

That almost made her laugh out
loud.

Her husband was the wealthiest
bastard in Kentucky. She would have married him anyway. Allowing him to have
his little side pieces was fine with her. It meant less time that she had to
tolerate his voracious sexual habits.

Thankfully, he managed to give
them a son. At least she could look past having to sleep with him because of
that. Even after thinking it, there was a little piece of her that mourned
their marriage. She was stupid to believe all the sweet words he had once
whispered in her ear when they were courting.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Moving back to their bed, she
once more heard the sound. Since she was alone, it terrified her. It sounded
like weeping.

But how could that be?

The hired help lived downstairs
or in the other building, so no one was in the rooms surrounding hers. This
floor was exclusively for her and the man of the house. The private wing was
off limits to anyone but them.

Walking to the balcony, she
stared out at the plantation that was legally half hers. They had an empire
here, and she was damn glad. It was perfect, and that’s the way she liked it.
In her life, there could be no distractions to ruin it. Some might call her
ambitious, but she knew the truth. Love brought her into this marriage, but
business made her stay.

She just wouldn’t have it any other
way.

Yet, that was another lie. She
would trade it all to go back in time to when he loved her.

Really, truly loved her.

Again, she heard the noise but
this time, it sounded like singing. No one would dare be making noise at this
time of night near their room. If they woke the baby, they would be immediately
terminated.

Glancing around, she listened to
the sound and prayed that he would come home. Even if he was drunk, it would
mean that she wasn’t going to have to be there alone. Sometimes you needed to
take the lesser of the two evils in life.

Every evening, after the
trollup’s disappearance, the house scared her. It seemed to come alive with
some noise. In her mind, she knew that was impossible. There had to be a
rational reason. Possibly the grand plantation was settling. All the new wood
was finding its final resting place, or maybe she was a witch and cursed them
before she left.

There were no such things as
ghosts, and yet, she swore that she had seen one. Not face to face, but from
the corner of her eye.

It was always in passing.

It seemed to speculatively watch
her. Wherever she would go, or take the baby, the spirit would follow.

A cool breeze wafted in through
the window, blowing the sheer curtains around. They appeared to be hands, reaching
for her. In fact, the cold icy touch caressed her skin and gave her goose
bumps.

It was June, and it shouldn’t be
this chilly.

Then, she heard the laughter and
knew she wasn’t alone. There was someone there with her. She could feel the
malevolent eyes watching her.

Spinning around, she scanned the
room and finally picked up the sight, albeit diminished by the lack of light in
the room. What she saw scared and terrified her. The cradle, untouched by human
hands, began rocking. It swayed as if someone was standing beside it and
lovingly tending to the sleeping babe.

Her heart began pounding.

Not her child!

Her job as a mother was to guard
her babe at any cost!

There was more laughter, and then
the gentle sound of a lullaby being sung. It was one which she remembered all
too well. It was the same dreaded melody which his mistress sang to her newborn
child, just before it was taken away. It spoke of love and holding onto the
child forever.

This couldn’t be.

She was gone.

The whore had run away!

It had been handled by her
personally!

Much like it started, the song
stopped without warning. In its place were the horrible wails of her child,
calling out in some kind of agony. Every mother knew her child’s cries, and
something was hurting her little angel.

The babe continued to wail, and
the sounds pierced the night, shattering the silence. If she hadn’t been
standing there, she would assume the child was in distress. The wails were
becoming muffled, as if someone were placing the blanket over his face, trying
to smother him in his sleep.

She needed to act!

No one could hurt her only reason
to live.

Rushing to his side, she scooped
him up in her arms and held him protectively against her body.

“You can’t have my son!” she
screamed, holding her baby as if she were the only thing that stood between

him
and the end of his life.

There was more laughter, but it
morphed, turning evil and malevolent.

“Leave my house! You’re not
welcome here!” she demanded, as her son screamed at the top of his lungs.

The gentle caress on the back of
her neck made her gasp in horror, as the cold fingers touched her flesh.

“Go away! What do you want?”

The laughter exploded around her
as the curtains whipped in an angry invisible wind, found only in her
bedchamber. It was as if they were reaching for her, and she was forced to take
a step back to save them both.

“I want my revenge,” the voice
whispered, and then like it began, it suddenly ended.

No trace remained.

The room calmed.

There was peace.

She carried her son to the bed and
stared down into his precious face. The screams had ended, and she was
thankful. He stared up at her with tear filled eyes, blinking and trying to
focus on the calming voice above him.

“It’s okay, my little love. No
one is going to hurt you. Momma is here, and I’ll die to keep you safe.”

He stared up at her with his
father’s eyes, and immediately began sucking on his fingers to sooth the fear
he had been feeling.

“You’re safe,” she reassured,
kissing him on his soft baby skin.

When the bed creaked, her heart
began pounding in her chest. She could see the imprint of something

moving
across the flat duvet. Then, there was breath on her skin and a whisper in her
ear.

It had her full attention.

“No, he’s not safe,” came the
hushed voice. “He’s going to be mine.”

This time, it was her screams
that filled the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Quotes

“There are days when you have to play the game, and ones where you just watch. Get ready, because today it looks like we’re about to get dirty.”

~ Julian Littlemoon.

“I feel like Pandora. I found the box, and now I’m wondering how the hell to put it all back.”

Morgan Kelley lives in the beautiful Pocono Mountains with
her husband and two children. After
attending college at Penn State University and studying Criminal Justice,
Morgan knew her only true passion in life would be murder and books. She put them both together and began her
career as a writer. Other than books and
writing, you can find Morgan hanging out in her garden and digging in the dirt.

Trace’s job has always revolved around death. Trace is a Watcher, a position created assist to the undead to their final resting place without alerting humans of the vampire race. Whether his job is to witness the death of a fellow vampire or deal it, Trace has learned that being a Grim Reaper isn’t what he thought it would be. After years of killing, he’s ready for a new job, a new life, or to just disappear. When Bessina becomes his new target after she witnesses the death of fellow vampires Sam and Hope, Trace is ready to eliminate her—until a strange course of events turns the tables and has Trace protecting Bessina from his boss and running for his life.

Sunday, April 13, 2014

By now I'm sure you've all been through the hoopla of Facebook and how it's gone downhill. Especially in terms of pages.

You can't get new fans without paying to promote your page. And the people who like your page don't see your posts unless you pay to boost them.

I'm not sure what happened to free social media, but it's plain to see that Facebook doesn't come up to par anymore on that front. Too worried about their bottom line. It's all about making a buck.

Well. I say no more!

I will use FB once in a while to email people that I have no other way to contact, be a part of events, and take over other pages once in a while. My page will probably only be updated now with release links, since it's connected to my twitter feed.

Anyone else with me?

It's not with the hours poured into it for 10 people to see your post!

I'm tired of pouring my blood, sweat, and tears into things that no one is bothering to buy.

Who's with me?

That's why I came up with Eternal Connections, a way for authors and readers to come together. While it's an author services company, it's more than that. It's a community.

Authors and readers alike come together in the important aspect of blog tours! While blog tours aren't the only promotional services offered, or even available anywhere for authors, I find it's one of the most effective.

I'm relaunching Eternal Connections with a new focus, a drive to bring readers and writers together and making each book it's own little community.

You worked hard, so you deserve it!

I'm looking for bloggers - whether you just like to read, or you do spend hours reading and reviewing, or are an author yourself. Let's all come together and help each other out!

Sounds great but you don't have a blog? No problem! We will help new bloggers set up for FREE!